Text Me!

I phucking hate text messages.  I don;'t mind so much reading a quick text, or sending one, sometimes "I'm on my way" is all you need, and actually talking on the phone might not make sense for that.
What I'm talking about though, is the younger generation, you know, the ones who had to ask why it's called a dial tone, who will have entire relationships on text messages.  My friend and I had a two hour conversation yesterday in 84 text messages.  Phuck girl, call me if you want to talk to me.  I have fat arthritic fingers and diabetic neuropothy that makes my fingers numb.  Consider that when I have to send you more words than my phucking doctoral dissertation all to basically tell you that I'm in bed and trying to sleep, so please quit making my phone play a little tone every 2 minutes BECAUSE I AM TRYING TO SLEEP GODDAMMIT!!

There, glad I got that out of my system.  Another thing I cannot stand is that the people who would rather text than fuck or talk to you, is that they are too damn lazy to spell the words out, so here I sit, an educated man, trying to figure out what language is on the screen.  "Can I C U NE time this W>>N"

I shudder at the thought that these lazy and mindless morons are going to be running the world when I'm retired.   I'm just to tired to write anymore today, I was trying to get some sleep last night and someone sent me 42 text messages in a 2 hour period that I had to keep responding to, and well.....